Page 82 of Never Will I Ever

It’s been replaced by a wanting ache. A bone-deep need that only he can fulfill.

“Holy shit,” I exhale, tension coiling in my stomach.

My fingers find Kaleb’s hair, sifting through the dark strands while he trails kisses along my jaw. The scratch of his beard over my heated flesh sends shivers down my spine, and he must notice, because he continues carving the path until he reaches the corner of my mouth.

“Okay?” he whispers, and I can feel his smile brushing against my lips.

I nod, groaning as he slides in again, burying himself to the hilt. “God, yes. Keep going.”

A soft chuckle leaves him, but he follows my request and starts rolling his hips quicker before sealing his mouth to mine. His tongue seeks entry, which I happily provide, allowing it to flick and roll against my own in time with his thrusts.

I feel him everywhere, all my senses immersed in him.

Lost in pain, in pleasure, in the blissful freedom consuming me.

Breaking the kiss, my eyes squeezing shut as my head rolls back against the mattress. “Fuck, that feels…good.”

Kaleb hums in agreement, his mouth on my throat again before nipping at the juncture of my neck and shoulder. The sharp bite of pain is quickly soothed by his tongue as his hips quicken his smooth, steady rhythm.

His hand picks up the pace too, jacking my length with hard,fast movements that I can’t get enough of. I’m arching up into his touch for more, seeking more friction as his hips roll into my body. Every move I make inches me closer to where I wanna be, but it’s still not enough.

I want more. I want fucking everything.

My hips move of their own accord, not just pumping my cock into his waiting palm but also sinking back on his length, impaling myself with it. I’m meeting him thrust for thrust now, chasing what I want just as much as taking what he’s giving me.

“That’s it. Take what you need,” he rasps, “God, you feel fucking amazing. So tight wrapped around my cock.”

Jesus Christ.

Every word that leaves his lips drives me a little more mad with want, the lust reaching an all-consuming level. Release builds at the base of my spine, curls and knots my stomach with tension that’s sure to snap at a moment’s notice. He must feel it too, because his rhythm starts to falter, becoming more rushed and irregular as he pistons his hips forward.

“Come for me, Aves,” he pants. My eyes open, finding that his own have become two burning forests as he plunges his cock harder inside me. “Let me feel you clench around me.”

Leaning back and straightening his spine, he becomes downright frenzied. The new position allows him to slide impossibly deeper with every thrust, but it also has the head of his cock hitting a new spot inside me. One that lights me up like the billboards in Times Square and tasting color when he drags a long, low moan from me.

A tingling sensation starts tapping on my nerve endings, spreading through my body like a wildfire with every swipe the head makes over my prostate, and I’m right there. I’m so fucking close, ready to plunge into ecstasy at any moment, that I don’t know how I’m still hanging on.

“Kaleb,” I moan, clawing at his arms in desperation. “God,please. I…I—”

The words die on my lips, pleasure sinking in so deep, I can’t speak. Can’t form a coherent thought that isn’trelease.

My gaze meets his, finding him staring down at me—into the darkest depths of my soul—and for the first time, I’m not afraid of what he sees lingering in the shadows. Not when he’s the one who’s shown me how to let in the light.

“I know, baby. I’ve got you.”

That’s all it takes for me to fall apart, Kaleb’s name on my lips.

Release slams into me like a wrecking ball, dragging a groan from deep within my chest. Kaleb keeps pistoning inside me while he works me through my climax, stroking rapidly until I’m sticky and covered in my own cum. It’s only when I’m empty and breathless, heart ready to burst from my chest, that he chases his own release.

I’m hyper-sensitive, every nerve ending inside me shot from pleasure, and pulsing around his length when he grabs my waist. Dragging me closer, he starts impaling me with his cock over and over. Fucking into me with reckless abandon. Using me for his pleasure.

The tendons in his neck tighten, his breathing coming in short staccato spurts when he mutters, “Where should I—”

“My chest,” I answer immediately, still trying to catch my breath.

He pulls out of me in an instant, wrapping his palm around his shaft, and strokes himself over the edge. Soft curses fall from his lips as cum spills from him and lands on my skin, coating me with the liquid and mixing with my own release.

After he’s worked himself dry, he sinks back on his heel, chest heaving with effort as he stares down at me. Neither of us say anything for a moment, a thousand unspoken words passing through our locked gazes.

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